I hope if when Jack meet Taylor he could hear Chaos Gods voices.
Acolyte - Worm/Warhammer 40k
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Mgunh1
Not an AI, honest!
- Location
- Northern Luna Base, Module 5, Sublevel 15
All Jack hears is the faint whimpering and occasional mad giggle of his now utterly insane shard.
Nighzmarquls
The Endless Hunger
- Location
- United States
Oh. Tzneetch is gonna love tats.
TheLastOne
Person of impeccable tastes (for destruction)
Bah, Tzneetch will like Tats, but she's too conservative. Same problem as Shatterbird, honestly. At least she has a self-sabotaging pride thing going on to make him a bit more tolerant, but I wouldn't actually expect her to thrive long term. Like, she could, she's competent and clever, but she's make reasonable plans in general.
3.3 (Part 1)
NexusTheDark
The Silent Watcher
Hey everyone, upping this in a snip to see if it reads right. It's my first time writing an other-worldly consciousness forced into a physical form that can sense all desires, wants to bring them out and is EVERY GENDER AT ONCE.
So it may need some work before I continue the chapter.
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The awkwardness level was such that it was almost possible to taste the embarrassment in the air. And for Lilith, it actually was possible to do just that; the Daemonette could see the glowing aura of arousal, taste fear on the air and smell hormones and pheromones upon the breeze. Right now, the daemonic entity, which had only become fully sapient and conscious mere hours before now, was thinking back to the summoning as their summoner struggled to explain things to the two mortals she was interacting with.
The daemon had been….nothing, before now. Not quite literally, for the being that would come to be known as Lilith had started as something in a metaphysical sense. But all the creature could recall before the grand beacon had drawn its presence in, to be twisted, reshaped and made anew, was simple thoughts and sensations. An ever-repeating psychic imprint in the resonating depths of unreality that related to a small collection of ever-present desires within mankind. This bundle of psychoactive impressions lacked substance, was bereft of matter and thusly lacked a form to use to take those desires and put them into practice.
Then had come the call, the glorious siren song that pulled their consciousness from the Immaterium and into the realm of solidity and reality.
Two voices, that of the daemon's beckoner and summoner...and another, a sensual whisper to the creature's very core. Both helped to shape its form, the images taken from the summoner's mind, which had reflected and rippled upon the psychic imprint that already existed and molded it into a proper body. Then the mind, which while also affected by the Summoner but also by that whisper, pouring instinctual knowledge of what the being was and what it could do.
Lilith recalled, with what could be called fondness, the look upon Taylor-Mistresses' face when the lights had faded and Lilith had stood there in all their unveiled glory. The Daemonette also recalled a mental groan of disappointment from The Whisper that reverberated within its own mind, when they had manifested clothed. Apparently there was some sort of problem with that, in the Whisper's opinion.
Now, Lilith knew that they had been born from the mental concept of arousal and desire that collectively manifested as one for something which Taylor-Mistress had identified as 'Catholic School Girls.' However, that form had itself been altered according to the intrinsic and subconscious desires of their Summoner. Which, according to the Whisper, was the reason for their athletic build.
They did not know what these school girls were. But they did sound appealing.
Speaking of appealing, as Lilith looked upon the two other figures — Mistress Taylor had explained that they were members of a group called 'Wards', who acted as defenders of the weak and innocent from malevolent forces — they could sense what both were thinking. Not with great detail, down to the words of each thought, but simply impressions.
The darkly garbed one held such barely restrained contempt for both the Daemonette and her own partner that is was practically palpable, a bitter taste upon the tongue. Beneath that though, there seethed a boiling core of rage and hunger; a hunger to herself, to show that she was strong and mighty beyond any other. Underneath those human emotions was a bestial core that marked things as predator or prey. In this 'Shadow Stalker's' eyes, Mistress Taylor was an alpha predator, just like she was.
And then there was the shorter of the two, Vista. Such a sheer and direct contrast to her partner. No predatory hunger or barely restrained rage. Oh she didn't like Shadow Stalker, that wasn't hard to pick up on whenever the darkly garbed one made a comment that the girl disagreed with. There was distrust and dislike for certain but not outright soul-suffusing hatred of the sort Shadow Stalker possessed for the weak. Beyond that, the girl was much harder to read; there was a joy at finding more of what she believed to be Parahumans — foolish little thing, Mistress Taylor and themself were not like those other mortals, they were blessed by things far greater — and a hint of suspicion directed towards Lilith. Aside from that suspicion, there was nothing overly concerning, barring the apprehension and fear that had been clinging to the young teen ever since the mention of facing Hookwolf.
The mention of that name has stirred something, a jab of fear and a slight shifting of the girl's neck that told the Daemonette far more than it would to most mortals. Perhaps she'd had an encounter with this being before. One which had left a mark both physically and possibly mentally.
It also exposed a little more of the girl's true self to the daemon; underneath that calm demeanour there was a teenaged girl, one trying to be so much more than what most would think of her. Such...potential.
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So it may need some work before I continue the chapter.
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Acolyte
Act 3
3.3 (Part 1)
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Act 3
3.3 (Part 1)
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The awkwardness level was such that it was almost possible to taste the embarrassment in the air. And for Lilith, it actually was possible to do just that; the Daemonette could see the glowing aura of arousal, taste fear on the air and smell hormones and pheromones upon the breeze. Right now, the daemonic entity, which had only become fully sapient and conscious mere hours before now, was thinking back to the summoning as their summoner struggled to explain things to the two mortals she was interacting with.
The daemon had been….nothing, before now. Not quite literally, for the being that would come to be known as Lilith had started as something in a metaphysical sense. But all the creature could recall before the grand beacon had drawn its presence in, to be twisted, reshaped and made anew, was simple thoughts and sensations. An ever-repeating psychic imprint in the resonating depths of unreality that related to a small collection of ever-present desires within mankind. This bundle of psychoactive impressions lacked substance, was bereft of matter and thusly lacked a form to use to take those desires and put them into practice.
Then had come the call, the glorious siren song that pulled their consciousness from the Immaterium and into the realm of solidity and reality.
Two voices, that of the daemon's beckoner and summoner...and another, a sensual whisper to the creature's very core. Both helped to shape its form, the images taken from the summoner's mind, which had reflected and rippled upon the psychic imprint that already existed and molded it into a proper body. Then the mind, which while also affected by the Summoner but also by that whisper, pouring instinctual knowledge of what the being was and what it could do.
Lilith recalled, with what could be called fondness, the look upon Taylor-Mistresses' face when the lights had faded and Lilith had stood there in all their unveiled glory. The Daemonette also recalled a mental groan of disappointment from The Whisper that reverberated within its own mind, when they had manifested clothed. Apparently there was some sort of problem with that, in the Whisper's opinion.
Now, Lilith knew that they had been born from the mental concept of arousal and desire that collectively manifested as one for something which Taylor-Mistress had identified as 'Catholic School Girls.' However, that form had itself been altered according to the intrinsic and subconscious desires of their Summoner. Which, according to the Whisper, was the reason for their athletic build.
They did not know what these school girls were. But they did sound appealing.
Speaking of appealing, as Lilith looked upon the two other figures — Mistress Taylor had explained that they were members of a group called 'Wards', who acted as defenders of the weak and innocent from malevolent forces — they could sense what both were thinking. Not with great detail, down to the words of each thought, but simply impressions.
The darkly garbed one held such barely restrained contempt for both the Daemonette and her own partner that is was practically palpable, a bitter taste upon the tongue. Beneath that though, there seethed a boiling core of rage and hunger; a hunger to herself, to show that she was strong and mighty beyond any other. Underneath those human emotions was a bestial core that marked things as predator or prey. In this 'Shadow Stalker's' eyes, Mistress Taylor was an alpha predator, just like she was.
And then there was the shorter of the two, Vista. Such a sheer and direct contrast to her partner. No predatory hunger or barely restrained rage. Oh she didn't like Shadow Stalker, that wasn't hard to pick up on whenever the darkly garbed one made a comment that the girl disagreed with. There was distrust and dislike for certain but not outright soul-suffusing hatred of the sort Shadow Stalker possessed for the weak. Beyond that, the girl was much harder to read; there was a joy at finding more of what she believed to be Parahumans — foolish little thing, Mistress Taylor and themself were not like those other mortals, they were blessed by things far greater — and a hint of suspicion directed towards Lilith. Aside from that suspicion, there was nothing overly concerning, barring the apprehension and fear that had been clinging to the young teen ever since the mention of facing Hookwolf.
The mention of that name has stirred something, a jab of fear and a slight shifting of the girl's neck that told the Daemonette far more than it would to most mortals. Perhaps she'd had an encounter with this being before. One which had left a mark both physically and possibly mentally.
It also exposed a little more of the girl's true self to the daemon; underneath that calm demeanour there was a teenaged girl, one trying to be so much more than what most would think of her. Such...potential.
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Whereas Cauldron on the other hand are gonna get Tzeentch to go "My people!"
Oh hey, update.
CV12Hornet
Riter.
- Location
- Tacoma, Washington
NexusTheDark
The Silent Watcher
Coming up with overly convoluted plans that are inevitably self-defeating?
Sounds Tzeentchian to me! Here, have a Heretical Reward.
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chrisleech
The Finder of Things Left Behind
- Location
- Jacksonville, Florida
Vista for Slaanesh 2016
- Location
- Germany
Vista for Undivided Champion!
That one's nice. The Khorne one on the other hand wears something less concealing and more fetishy than the Slannesh version, which is just weird.Coming up with overly convoluted plans that are inevitably self-defeating?
Sounds Tzeentchian to me! Here, have a Heretical Reward.
NexusTheDark
The Silent Watcher
Well, they try to compete with the Slaaneshi ones in the 'sluttyness' category but....well, they're Khornate.
The Red Rage is Eternal.
Makes the actual sex act more than a bit uncomfortable...and deadly what with how pissed they get.
He cares not from where the blood flows, just that it does, eh? Does that make him more or less likely to have female champions?
Actually, I don't want to know.
NexusTheDark
The Silent Watcher
Well, I do know it's a bad idea to have Sisters of Battle fight Khornate Daemons/Champions.
At least, according to Leman Russ.
At least, according to Leman Russ.
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
Nice Nexus. Just be careful about any future Slaanesh leaning scenes considering the ages of the characters here and the fact that the mods are apparently out of patience with us (points up to general announcement).
- Location
- the Netherworld Dood
Yeah Give old Bird boy some time in the sun for a while.
NexusTheDark
The Silent Watcher
Trust me, our Glorious Emprahs won't have to see any of that eyewatering xenololifutanarivore Slaanesh-tier horror that the 41st Millenium has to put up with. Mostly because I know how to work the magic of inuendo and fades to black.
chrisleech
The Finder of Things Left Behind
- Location
- Jacksonville, Florida
You could always put up a mirror on QQ where less restrained scenes could be put.
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
To which are you referring?
NexusTheDark
The Silent Watcher
I can answer that. And by 'Me' I mean, the Glorious God-Emperor of Mankind's Ordo Malleus.
THE FOLLOWING MATERIAL IS CONSIDERED NOT MERELY HERETICAL BUT EXTRA HERETICAL! IF YOU HAVE OBSERVED THIS INFORMATION WITHOUT APPROVAL, PLEASE REPORT FOR EUTHANISING.
THE EMPEROR PROTECTS.
ALWAYS ON THE RED RAGE! ALL THE TIME!
MASSIVE BITCH. FIFTY-FIFTY SHOT OF IT BEING A CROSSDRESSING FEMBOY.
ENJOY YOUR SPACE DAEMON AIDS.
ORIGIONAL FLAVOUR. PROBABLY A FUTANARI.
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Daniel Estacado
ZA WARUDO
Why is it I find the Khorne, Nurgle, and Tzeentch Daemonettes attractive over the Daemonettes who are meant to be attractive to every kind of interest? The Slaanesh Daemonette does nothing for me.
Nurglette--> Khornette---> Tzneetchette----------------------------------------------------------------->Slaaneshette.
Nurglette--> Khornette---> Tzneetchette----------------------------------------------------------------->Slaaneshette.
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
Same actually.
formed -> form
